We effectively had two days of fishing left before the bad weather arrived.  We’d already seen the warnings, and the dropping barometer was possibly the reason for the more aggressive feeding behaviour.

I would play guide and photographer, my final mission was to get pictures of these fish feeding and tailing.  No more fish were brought to hand, but I think Theo learnt more about saltwater fly fishing in these two days than he would have at home in a year.  Contending with wind, tide, wash, and above all super spooky and fussy fish.  Bliss.